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Chen Xuan chuckled, looked up at him, and said hoarsely, "I have no objection, of course I have no objection."

He got up gently and left the place.

The 'poisonous doctor' Jiang Yelan who was opposite him also chuckled, got up and left.

Qi Laoliu's expression changed, almost suspecting that he was wrong.

That is…

Han Yutian?

How can this be?

He kicked backwards, wondering and uncertain.

I thought that the old devil would kill and trouble me, but I didn't expect that the old devil actually got up and left?

Also, the person next to him is Jiang Yelan, a poisonous doctor?

How could these two devils be here?

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Chapter 178 Battle (Chapter 3)

Qi Laoliu's face was dull, and he was sweating coldly, almost unbelievable.

At this time, a Miao Jiang disciple suddenly uttered strange words, as if to let him pass.

Qi Laoliu came to his senses, and immediately walked over with a flattering smile.

"Four brothers, you have done a lot of service by joining us in the Baiman Mountain in the southern border. I respect you for these four bowls of tea."

The young priest sat on the bench, looking hoarsely at Qi Laoliu and the others in front of him.

In front of him, on the table, four bowls of tea had just been made with a big bowl of tea, steaming hot.

"Hey, what's the point of this?"

Qi Laoliu smiled obsequiously.

"It's too polite to sacrifice less."

Wuyingjian Zhou Bucheng also laughed.

"That's right, the young priest treats us like this, we are ashamed."

The other two also laughed.

"Okay, drink it."

The young priest laughed.

"Then we're welcome."

Qi Laoliu smiled obsequiously, and immediately picked up the tea.

"Thank you for the sacrifice."

The other three also thanked with a smile, picked up the big bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

The young priest looked at Qi Laoliu with a strange face, showing a sinister smile.

Click!

Suddenly, the big bowl in Qi Laoliu's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. His face was in pain, his hands pinched his neck tightly, and the veins on his entire face suddenly appeared, and his lips and tongue swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like him, there was Wuying Jian Zhou Bucheng beside him, who dropped the big bowl in his hand, his face was painful, his mouth and tongue were swollen high, like a sausage.

The other two middle-aged men were startled and hurriedly backed up, but soon found that they seemed to be fine.

"Qi Lao Liu, Zhou Bucheng, you complained a lot along the way, this is the price!"

The young priest smiled sinisterly, and said: "After entering the Baiman Mountain in the southern border, you still dare to express your dissatisfaction behind your back. This time, I just injected a little tongue gu into the tea. It will not be so simple next time."

Qi Laoliu and Zhou Bucheng couldn't utter a word, their faces were painful, their lips were swollen, and their airway seemed to be blocked, so they quickly fell to their knees and kowtowed.

"Don't worry, you won't die now, but it will take about three days and three nights of pain to get rid of it, hehe."

The young priest continued to smile slyly, then looked at Situ Qing, and said, "Tea yet?"

"well."

Situ Qing seemed petrified, nodded quickly, and continued pouring tea again.

"Let's all sit down."

The young priest told other Southern Xinjiang disciples.

A group of people sat down one after another.

Situ Qing poured tea for them one by one.

The two middle-aged men next to him were drenched in cold sweat and sat down too.

time passed.

These people rested for about half a stick of incense before getting up and leaving.

But just as they were about to leave, Situ Qing suddenly rushed from the shop with an anxious expression on his face, and said, "Guest officer, guest officer, tea money, haven't you given the tea money yet?"

"What tea money?"

The young priest seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his eyes were like dark emeralds, captivating people's hearts and souls.

"Hehe, look at what you said, of course it's money for tea."

Situ Qing laughed.

The young priest gave a sly smile and said: "You are so brave, you dare to ask me for tea money. I do have tea money. It depends on whether you can hold it."

He took out a 20 taels of silver ingot from his pocket, slowly turned it in his hand, and said with a hoarse smile, "Did you see it? Want to..."

Before he finished speaking, Situ Qing, who was dressed as a servant in front of him, suddenly raised his hands, his robe bulging, and his two palms were as black as ink, exuding a rancid smell, and pressed between his chest and abdomen like lightning.

boom!boom!

Two muffled sounds came out, and the movement was astonishing.